Still on the Edge in Sumas

I hate the new format at Blogger dot com. Used to be you could see your most recent post at the bottom of the page, but now only a blank page greets you after you log in.

So it goes. Change without say rules my waking life.

Today I wrote a note to an old suitor who knew how to ask but didn't have the timing down. Then I wrote a note to last weekend's beauty who seemed a mental reflection of me, and who did ask and we did have both time and timing down long and lovely. Drag in the Forest, my memorable Memorial Day.

And come back to Sumas to find roses cut from the yard from Mark on my desk. Sometimes I can't thank enough people.

The bus is awaiting my next move. Or rather I am, awaiting my own initiative. I'm obsessed, but at least its not a man. Three coats of white paint and the roof needs another gallon. Meanwhile Jim at A&B asked for and received a template for the roof and more measurements. The plan is to build the roof rack separate and then bolt it onto the bus. With luck under $700 complete, but I don't care. I just wish he'd get on with it so I can think about painting, then winterizing, then electrical... Then there's the aluminum window cut-outs to install. Drilling for installation should be fairly easy.

Not sure how many years I can keep up on a bus conversion, but I suppose time will tell. I sure got my fantasies and illusions.